sedentary glowscreen life
verdant with vivid dreams of strife
vodka bottles, erinmore
tobacco ash all over the floor
footing found, want a little more
greater purpose than just being bored
drilling forever in preparation for no war
battling nothing more than bedsores
surreptitious searing via Tongs of Torquemada
choke Marcel and Albertine in the exhaust of a Lada
you say tomato, we say tomorrow
joy is finding truth within sorrow
energy, light, quantum velveteen matter
the shards of our truths flash briefly when we shatter
it is impudent to be alive
we labor for no prize
obedience and duty to which we strive
high watermarks for seas all dried
Fraternity leaders will decide
whether society lives or dies
when the smoky room opens we'd rather be
off the range than on the inside
music to a cold wind's ears
twisted in tangled seasonal dreaming
cats all scatter as Sister Death nears
the sounds of bells in steeples a'ringing
big brass cups for frozen tears
Tuesday, December 14, 2021
Dereliction of Dissolution
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